Hudson In Game Shakers Novels & Stories

He could even see far into the distance and from that height, he could see if anyone ambushed him. Brenda walked in and saw Lukas on the floor and Fred Wilson on the throne. Lukas was chained with his hands to his back and made to kneel at Fred's foot. Without being told, she knew he had struggled with them and was probably overpowered and then chained by the winning team. Lukas would struggle and shake himself but he couldn't break free from the chains. His shirt was torn and his hair seemed to have been pulled. Brenda Walked in and Fred Wilson just stared at her until she was made to kneel down before Fred by the side of her husband.

Just as Hudson grabbed Quincey's hand and was about to leave, Gideon asked, "Hudson, how about a basketball game? A contest between men." I didn't know why Hudson agreed. His heart couldn't handle such intense activity. I felt uneasy watching the two of them clash on the basketball court. I could see the murderous intent in their eyes. "Jovienne, Hudson's never fought for you, right?" Quincey leaned toward me, her gaze fixed on Hudson on the basketball court, seeming unconcerned. "Oh? So now he's Hudson and not Maverick?" I snorted. "It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he's mine."

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

He continues to plow like a beast. "Hudson" My body shakes as the pleasure builds, my mind dazed in need of that sweet release. “Yes, Hudson.” As he hits all the right spots, I scream his name repeatedly until I explode in bombarding particles of ecstasy. He becomes uncontrollable as his body tenses, convulsed, and released his thick seeds inside of me. He ominously chuckles and kisses my lips. After he scrubs my body, and we both cleaned up, we finally got dressed. Gathering my clothes and putting them on.

If this continues, she will get a persistent case of the shivers. While she was slipping the oversized jacket over her head and rolling the sleeves up to make them more manageable, Jerome was securing a shoulder holster over his body and placing a Glock handgun inside of it. He hid the weapon by covering it with a rain slicker that was an exact match for the one she was wearing at the time.

Asher narrowed his eyes, his instincts screaming that this was wrong as Hudson never bowed, he never begged. “What game are you playing now?” Asher asked, locking eyes with him.

“My machine.” Hudson looked out at the night racing by, his body humming with exhaustion and satiation, his soul strangely peaceful. He had been dismantled in a parking lot. Rebuilt on a leather couch. Broken in on an office floor. Stress-tested in a soundproof room. And now, he had been taken for his first drive. He was no longer just Hudson. He was hers. And as the lights of the garage came into view, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.'

"I want to recruit everything that can carry a note. Living or otherwise." Jack reached the egg chamber. The crystallized walls were pulsing with the Harmony's accelerating compound frequency, each pulse slightly stronger than the last. The twelve shard-emissaries stood in their positions around the chamber, their individual notes wavering as the unison pressure built. Shard-Haley -- the former mathematical precision incarnate, now gloriously chaotic thanks to the baby's calibrated note -- was visibly struggling. Her neon-pink sweater flickered toward powder blue with each pulse. "The Harmony is trying to flatten me," Shard-Haley reported, her voice carrying the specific panic of someone who

Beside them: a handful of soft black rope, a pair of padded cuffs, a short leather flogger, a slim silicone plug still in its packaging, a bottle of lube, and a neat black harness with a realistic, mid-sized dildo already seated in it. My lungs forgot how to work. Hudson didn’t reach for anything. He closed the drawer halfway, then sank to his knees right there on the hardwood in front of me, black suit trousers stretching over thick thighs, white shirt still open at the collar. He looked up at me with an expression I’d never seen on him before—open, almost nervous, completely stripped of the easy confidence he usually wore like a second skin.